Chapter 2-2

One day, the gold dragon told Garkhen to prepare for another journey. Thinking it would be another visit to one of the nations of men in the area, he did what little preparation he required, then returned to the main chamber of the lair. Solkh'Tolkharkha looked his little charge over, and then spoke.

“It is time for the Great Convocation, Garkhen ze'Darkhen'Sem'dor. It is unusual for one who is not a full dragon to come, but it will be good for you to be there.”

Garkhen's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Solkh'Tolkharkha had mentioned a Great Convocation only once, saying that it was a gathering of all draconic followers of Bahamut that could come, from all parts of Draezoln. It sounded exciting to the young half-dragon... but also somewhat frightening. Most who followed Bahamut were of the metallic dragons, who had little love for the chromatic dragons, whose heritage he bore. He doubted any would strike against him simply for that, especially with Solkh'Tolkharkha bringing him, but he could not help but feel a small quiver of fear.

“Let us depart,” Solkh'Tolkharkha said. Garkhen held still as the gold dragon gently grasped him and took off.

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Yeah, it's a short post. I wrote a lot of other stuff this weekend, so I didn't end up writing much for this.